Author: 7thheavengirl08 PM
3rd in a series. The 1st story is Goodbye and Hello, & the 2nd is The Love of My Life. A story about changes coming for the Camden family and their friends. Contains the death of a semi-major character. Rated T for some suggestive content/adult situationsRated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Hurt/Comfort - Annie C. & Mary C. - Chapters: 9 - Words: 25,117 - Reviews: 15 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 8 - Updated: 07-07-11 - Published: 03-24-10 - id: 5840266
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A/N: A very drama-filled chapter, and it does contain some Wilson/Mary for all of you who are fans of that couple. Also, some mildly suggestive content, but this story is rated T for a reason... As always, please read & review!
"Matt? How's Ruthie doing?" Sarah asked. Matt had just gotten back from visiting Peter and Ruthie.
Matt sighed. "Not good. On the outside she looks up like she's holding up okay, but she's holding it all inside of her. I can see it. It comes out when she talks to Peter or to me, but she's gentle as can be with Daniel and everyone else."
"Surely she doesn't blame you?" Sarah asked, surprised. "She knows it's not your fault, doesn't she? There's nothing you could have done."
"I don't know. I just keep replaying that day over and over again in my mind. Maybe I shouldn't have pushed her so hard to have a c-section. Maybe I should have let her wait longer; given the baby more of a chance to live," Matt replied as he plopped down on the couch beside his wife.
Sarah got up and went to stand behind the couch and began rubbing Matt's shoulders. "Matt, it's not your fault. If you had waited longer, we could have lost Ruthie and the baby. You made the right decision. You're a good doctor; one of the best obstetricians in the state. You couldn't have done anything different."
"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" Matt asked, tilting his bed back to look at his wife.
Sarah laughed. "Yes, I'm pretty sure you have. You've shown me quite a few times, too," she said, walking around the couch to sit down again beside Matt.
"Is that so?" Matt asked, nuzzling her neck.
Sarah laughed. "Matt! Behave yourself!"
"Hmm? Why? This is so much more fun," Matt replied distractedly as he kissed Sarah's face and neck.
"Because I need to tell you something," Sarah said, doing her best not to give in to Matt. "I'm pregnant."
That got Matt's attention. "What? Are you sure?"
Sarah nodded. "I'm two weeks late. I took a test last week, and it was positive. I just didn't want to say anything because of everything going on with Ruthie and Sarah Joyce."
Matt whooped. "That's great! I'm thrilled! We're gonna have another baby!"
"Matt! You're going to wake the girls up!" Sarah scolded, laughing.
"Sorry. I'm just so happy," Matt replied, pulling Sarah into his lap.
"I'm glad. I'm happy, too," Sarah replied. "I just hope the girls will be as happy as you. It's just been the two of them for so long, I don't know how they'll handle the news that they're going to have a little brother or sister."
"I'm sure they'll be thrilled," Mat replied. "After all, they used to beg us for a little brother so sister, remember? I have something to tell you, too. You're not going to be pregnant alone. Lucy confided in me that she's pregnant, too."
"Really?" Sarah squealed. "That's great! I know that Ben's been wanting her to have another one for awhile now. Let's just hope she makes it to the hospital for this one," Sarah laughed.
"Hello?" Mary answered her cell phone distractedly. She had just finished getting the boys off to school, and was getting ready to go do grocery shopping, along with a ton of other things that she had on her to-do list for today.
"Good morning, beautiful," came the reply.
Mary blushed and looked around, even though she knew she was alone. "Wilson!"
Wilson laughed. "What are you doing today?"
"I have a billion things I have to get done. I have to do the grocery shopping, sign the twins up for basketball, take Charlie to his karate class, pick up the dry cleaning-"
Wilson cut her off. "Do you ever take any time just for yourself? It seems like every time I call you you're busy running errands or running the kids places. Can't Carlos help with some of that?"
"He does the best he can," Mary defended. "Look, Wilson, as much as I want to talk to you, I really have to get going. I've got to get these errands done before I have to be at the school to teach PE. As much as my students would love it if I were late, I can't give them that pleasure."
"Okay," Wilson replied, "but only on one condition: I'm going to be in Glenn Oak this weekend. Come see me?"
Mary sighed. "I don't know, baby. I want to; I really do, more than anything. But I have so much to do, and I haven't' been feeling well recently, so I'm behind."
"You've been sick? Why didn't you tell me?"
"Wilson, I'm fine. It was just a flu bug or something. I'm better now."
"Come on, Mare, come see me, please? I haven't seen you in almost three months; that's far too long in my opinion," Wilson pouted.
"Okay, okay, I'll come see you. Are you going to be staying at the usual place?"
"Yup. I'll text you my room number when I check in. I'll let you go now. See you this weekend, babe."
Mary sighed as she hung up the phone. She never imagined that she would cheat on Carlos, but she just couldn't resist Wilson. During the time that he was in Glenn Oak after Leah and David's funerals, Mary saw him nearly every day. The first time Mary felt a little guilty, but each time she saw him it had gotten easier, and before long she didn't have the slightest twinge of guilt about Wilson. He had been back to Glenn Oak nearly every other weekend since Leah's death, using the excuse that he needed to check on his mother, but Mary knew the real reason he came was to see her. Recently Wilson had been kept quite busy at work and hadn't been able to get away, so it had been nearly three months since their last rendezvous.
Mary was almost finished with her shopping when, on a whim, she decided to grab a home pregnancy test. She couldn't remember when her last cycle was, but she wasn't all that concerned; she'd never been very regular. There would be times where she'd go two to three months without a period. Still, just out of curiosity, she purchased the test.
When Mary got home that afternoon after teaching PE and coaching the girls' basketball team, she grabbed the pregnancy test from where she'd hid it in her lingerie drawer. She locked herself in the bathroom that she and Carlos shared, and took the test. After waiting the required amount of time, she picked up the stick and looked at it. The results jumped out at her. Pregnant.
Mary slumped against the counter. She was almost positive that the baby was Wilson's; it almost had to be. She and Carlos were usually so tired from their busy schedules that they went to sleep as soon as they got in bed. Thankfully, they had been together a few times in the past couple of months, so she didn't have to worry about Carlos finding out that she was cheating on him; at least not yet. When the baby was born without even a hint of Cuban heritage, Carlos would surely know that there was no way the baby could be his; after all, Charlie, Liam, and Keller all looked almost exactly like Carlos. What had she gotten herself into?
"Ruthie, please, just talk to me! You're treating me as if I killed our daughter! We can't keep going on like this!" Peter exclaimed.
"Quiet down. You're going to wake Daniel," Ruthie said coldly. "I don't want to talk."
"Ruthie," Peter said, his voice quieter this time, "this is destroying out marriage. What can I do to make you happy again? What can I do to make it right?"
"Nothing. You've done enough! Don't you see that? You're the one who wanted me to have a c-section! You're the one that insisted I have it right away and not wait! It's your fault that our daughter is dead!" Ruthie screamed.
"My fault? Ruthie, you heard what Matt said-"
Ruthie interrupted Peter before he could finish. "I don't want to hear that name in our house again! Ever! If it weren't for Matt, my baby would still be alive! He told me that she had a chance of making it!"
"That's because she did have a chance! This isn't Matt's fault, or my fault for that matter. It's no one's fault, Ruthie. No one caused you to develop toxemia! No one caused Sarah Joyce to get an infection! It was your decision as much as mine to have a c-section! It was also a mutual decision to turn off the vent, if I remember correctly!" Peter was yelling by this time. "It's no one's fault, Ruth!"
"I only agreed to have a c-section because you and Matt kept pushing me to have one!" Ruthie argued. "Matt told me that she had a chance of making it!"
"He also warned you that she might not make it! He told you the risks of a premature birth! This is not Matt's fault! He was just doing his job! Ruthie, if you hadn't had that c-section, then both you and the baby could have died. Where would I be then? Where would Daniel be? He needs you, Ruthie!"
"My family would have been here for him! He'd have all of his aunts, and his grandma! Maybe it would have been better if I'd died! Maybe if I'd waited, then Sarah Joyce would still be alive! At least I wouldn't have had to watch her die! I wouldn't have held my baby in my arms for the first time as she took her last breaths!"
"Ruthie, maybe it was better that she died! You heard Matt when he told us all the health problems that she could potentially have! If she had survived, what kind of life would she have lived? Would you really want that for her? Ruth, I loved Sarah Joyce as much as you did! I didn't want her to die, either, but when I think of the life that she would have lived, a life filled with doctors and surgeries and hospitalizations, I think maybe she was spared. Maybe God took her for a reason. Maybe He didn't want her to have to suffer."
"God? So now you're going to bring Him into this, too? I don't believe in God anymore. I stopped believing in him the minute my baby girl stopped breathing. No loving God would have let my baby die! No God would have given me hope, only to snatch it away from me!" Ruthie cried.
"So now you're going to blame God, too? You're going to drag Him into this, too? Who are you going to blame next, Daniel? Or maybe you're going to blame your mom, for having you, or Lucy, for taking you to the hospital that day when you were so sick? You could even blame yourself, for developing toxemia! Or are you going to blame Sarah Joyce, for developing the infection? Ruthie, you could find a reason to blame anyone and everyone you've ever known, but that's not going to change that fact that Sarah Joyce is dead! Blaming people is not going to bring her back!" Peter regretted the words as soon as he said them. Ruthie didn't need harsh accusations right now, she needed him there to support her.
Ruthie's face grew pale. She reached out and smacked Peter across his cheek. "Don't you ever say anything like that again!" she screamed. She ran down the hall to her and Peter's bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
"Daddy?" Peter turned around and saw Daniel standing in the doorway to the living room, his little lip quivering. "Daddy, why's Mommy mad?"
Peter went over to his son and scooped him up, holding onto him as if his life depended on it. He went over and sat down on the couch with Daniel on his lap. "Mommy's sad right now because of Sarah Joyce. She misses her, and wishes that God didn't need her in heaven," Peter explained as best he could. Ruthie and Peter had done their best to explain to Daniel that the baby that had been in Mommy's belly had come out too early, and that God had needed her in heaven, but they weren't sure how much the three-almost-four-year-old understood, even as smart as Daniel was.
"But Mommy was yelling, not crying!" Daniel insisted. "She wasn't sad; she was mad. You were yelling, too, Daddy."
Peter sighed. Daniel was too smart for his own good sometimes. "You're right; Mommy and I were yelling. Sometimes people yell when they're sad, because being sad makes them angry at people. Sometimes, when people are sad, they yell at each other. It's not right, you know that. Mommy and I have told you that yelling is bad. But sometimes, when people are really, really sad, it hurts them, so they yell to try to make the hurt better."
"It's scary, Daddy. I don't like it when you and Mommy yell," Daniel said sleepily, yawning and snuggling up to his dad.
Peter stood up and carried his son back to his room. "I know, Danny. I don't like it when Mommy and I yell, either."